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“Answer me,” Dante demands. His tone is as sharp as the knife he holds against me.
I feel my pulse thundering in my ears. “Yes,” I whisper.
He eases the knife away from my intimate area, trailing it upward. The cold metal glides over my belly, making me shiver. Suddenly, I feel a sharp prick. I look down, my breath hitching at the sight of the thin line of red appearing on my stomach. It’s a shallow cut, not deep, but enough for a trickle of blood to smear over my skin. The pain sharpens the pleasure, making me gasp.
Dante’s smirk widens as my body reacts, and I can’t help but feel a thrill of satisfaction at his approval. “So fucking beautiful when you bleed for me, baby girl.” He pulls out and slams into me hard, sending me to the precipice of bliss. And then he leans down and licks the blood from my stomach like a beast, groaning at the taste. “I could drink every part of you for the rest of my fucking life and die a happy man.”
“Dante, please. I need to?—”
He cuts my plea off with a firm grip around my throat. “I say when you get to come on my dick, little doe, got it? And no amount of begging will change that.”
His dominance edges me closer to release. “Dante,” I whimper, my fingers clenching as I’m restrained and powerless.
He growls like an animal. His brutal pace is relentless while he goes deep and hard. “This what you wanted, baby girl?” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “You wanted me to fuck you hard and dirty like the whore you are?”
I can do nothing but moan, each one seeming to spur him on. As the pleasure builds, he leans down and bites my nipple, making me scream.
He chuckles. “That’s right, scream for me. Let the whole fucking world know that the priest of Fordhurst owns this pussy.”
“Yes, Dante,” I moan, arching my back. “It’s yours. Always.”
His expression turns feral, eyes flashing. “That’s right. Mine.” His grip around my throat tightens, making the edges of my vision blur.
It’s crazy how much I trust him not to harm me. A man I haven’t known very long.
He pulls the ski mask off and kisses me deeply. And when he straightens, his sinister smile is the only warning before he abruptly stops, leaving me teetering on the edge. “You’re gonna come so fucking hard for me,” he whispers. “But I want you to see my face when you do. I want to ensure that my face is the only fucking thing you see anytime you orgasm again.”
I whimper at the thought, but I don’t think it’ll be hard. Dante returns to his brutal pace, slamming into me so hard the bed shakes. His hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply, and my world narrows to just Dante.
His other hand moves between us, fingers finding my clit. He rubs it mercilessly, pushing me into a frenzy. “You gonna come for me, baby girl?” he growls. “You gonna come while I choke the life out of you? You like that, don’t you? The danger. The power I hold over you.”
I can’t speak, can’t think, can’t breathe. All I can do is feel. Feel Dante owning me, destroying me, rebuilding me. I can feel my orgasm building, spiraling out of control. “Dante!” I scream his name.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Explode for me. Let me feel your pussy clenching around my cock as you come. Let me hear you scream my name as I rob you of oxygen.”
The world spins, and everything goes black as my climax hits me, ripping through me like a hurricane. I scream Dante’s name, the sound muffled by the lack of oxygen. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock as I come undone.
But even as I come down from my high, Dante doesn’t stop. His pace continues, unforgiving and relentless. “That’s my good girl,” he grunts, “You came so hard for me, didn’t you? Just like I fucking knew you would.” His grip on my throat loosens, allowing air to rush back into my lungs, throwing my senses into overdrive as another wave of pleasure crashes over me.
And with one last thrust, he follows with his release, his body tensing above me as he roars his release. He collapses on top of me, both of us gasping for breath.
After a while, he silently moves to untie the bindings on my wrists and ankles. And then he lifts me and hugs me close, gently rubbing the marks on my wrist. “How are you feeling, little doe?” he asks.
I gaze into his dark eyes. “Happy for the first time in a very long time.”
He chuckles. “You’re a marvel, baby girl. Most girls their first time wouldn’t endure the things you did, and yet you bounce back so easily. It’s okay to be emotional after what we did.”
“Happiness is an emotion,” I point out.
He shakes his head. “Yes, it is.” He kisses me tenderly, starkly contrasting the way he fucked me.
As Dante cradles me in his strong arms, I can’t help but think that I fit into him, into his world, in ways I never expected. His dominance and need to control don’t frighten me. They give me a sense of security I’ve never known before.
Even though I don’t know him well, I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to be my first. It had to be him. My priest. My forbidden secret. My world.
I hope my past never catches up with me because if it does, our world could be burned to the ground in seconds. And if anyone in this town learned the truth, it would ruin Dante. Despite those thoughts, I know it would take the earth cracking open and swallowing me to keep me away from this man.
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